This afternoon, when Jim and his brother came to the office after class, Jim told my coworker, Sam, “Mr Sam, Miss Eliza can say Chinese!” (I’d said a few very simple words in Chinese during a field trip a few days ago.)
But Jim now seems to think that I can actually speak Chinese. And the way he started telling Sam about it so earnestly and excitedly… He sounded genuinely impressed – proud of me even. Like he was bragging about me.
And dammit, I will make him proud. Just you wait, Jim. Bragging rights coming your way.